After Esmeralda and Kursat’s first encounter in France, the two kept in touch the best that they could. Kursat wasn’t the best reader or writer, but to him it was nice when he received letters from her. The way she described the most simplest things showed she saw the world in a way he never could. Never would he have thought to meet up with her again, for the two were always traveling. With the rumors going on about Norway, Kursat was very busy. His nobleman was busy traveling from place to place concreting alliances and even though Kursat was along for each trip, he didn’t know himself what angle he was going for.
For the time being the two were in Russia, which was one of his favorite places it the closest to home. And for some strange reason the stars were aligned that Esmeralda and her group were there also. The two had arranged to meet up before her performance, Kursat bringing Russian spices to pay her back for the first time and last time they had met.
The moment he slipped from the castle, something didn’t feel right. The air felt still, suffocating, which was not home to him. It wasn’t long until he reached the village Esmeralda mentioned in her letters. He dismounted his horse, tying him to just outside. The place itself had seemed so small, almost reminding him of the places he grew up in. He was on such high alert, he had almost walked right past her.
“My old friend” he said cheerfully even though his face did not match. “I can’t believe you are on my end of the world”
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